| (Opening Intro) (Tom Waits 1975) | |
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Well, an inebriated good evening to you all. Welcome to Rapheal's Silver Cloud Lounge. Slip me a little crimson Jimson, give me the low down Brown, I want some scoop Betty Boop. I'm on my way into town. Course I'd rather...want to thank you all for opening the program for us. I'm so God damn horny that the crack of dawn better be careful around me. Yeah, I wanna pull on your coat about something here tonight. Yeah, a little news I'd like to throw your direction. See I...I used to know a girl, yeah and it was a hubber hubber and ding ding ding. I said 'Baby, you got everything.' A week later it was a hubber hubber and ding ding dong, baby it sure didn't last too long. I know things are tough all over, ain't getting any better. I was moved, kind of swivel a little bit of a kind of an emotional weather forcast for you this evening. What I'm talking about is...well you know I've been playing night clubs and staying out all night long, come a home late, gone for three months, come back and everything in the refrigerator turns into a science project. So you get designs on a waitress you know. She got three or four kids, she's sorting out her cheques and she's counting out her change, you say 'Hey baby, heat me up a bearclaw on the radar range'. Well and then it gets real cold. |
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| Emotional Weather Report (Tom Waits 1975) | |
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What we're talking about is late night and early morning low clouds With a chance of fog, chance of showers into the afternoon With variable high cloudiness and gusty winds Gusty winds at times around the corner of Sunset and Alvorado Yeah I know, things are tough all over When the thunder storms start increasing over the southeast and south central portions of my apartment, I get upset And a line of thunderstorms was developing in the early morning hours Ahead of a slow moving coldfront, cold blooded With, with tornado watches issued shortly before noon Sunday For the areas including the western region of my mental health And the northern portions of my ability to deal rationally With my disconcerted precarious emotional situation It's cold out there Colder than a ticket taker's smile at the Ivar Theatre on a Saturday night Flash flood watches covered the southern portion of my disposition, yeah There was no severe weather well into the afternoon Except for a kind of a lone gust of wind in the bedroom High pressure zone, covering the eastern portion of a small suburban community With a 1034 millibar high pressure zone and a weak pressure ridge Extending from my eyes down to my cheeks Since you left me baby and put the vice grips on my mental health Well the extended outlook for an indefinite period of time Until you come back to me baby Is high tonight, low tomorrow, and precipitation is expected That wraps up the weather for this evening And now back to the eleven O' clock blues Dr George Fishbag ain't got nothing on me |
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| (Intro) (Tom Waits 1975) | |
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| Well I think it's about time I took you on an improvisational adventure into the bowels of the metropolitan region. Looks like a bonafide, high voltage, decked out in full regalia, Angelino audience. Driving in, in Subarus, Pintos, Malibus, Oldsmobiles. A small suburan community. This is a...kind of about 2.30 in the morning, you've been standing on the corner of Fifth and Vermouth and you climb into the helm of a 1958 monkey shit brown Buick Super and your on your way home. A luxury automobile, bought it dollar bills, Easy Autos for next to nothing. Cruising along, everythings going fine, put a little smooth music on the stereo. Light up an Old Gold, save the coupon. Gotta think in terms of that patio furniture, that ? man. Your on the Santa Monica freeway headed in an easterly direction, you just past the La Cienega turn off and you run into a cold fog bank. | |
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| On A Foggy Night (Tom Waits 1975) | |
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It's all upon a foggy night, an abandoned road In a twilight mirror mirage No indication of any kind of service station Or an all night garage, I was misinformed I was misdirected cause the interchange never intersected Leaving me marooned beneath a bloodshot moon All upon a foggy night, foggy night All upon a foggy night It's kind of an abandoned road, blurred brocade collage Is that a road motel? I can't really tell You gotta tell me is that a vacancy lodge? There's no consolation, what kind of situation To be aimlessly askew amidst a powder blue? No tell tail light clue, yeah, spun like just like a spell you spin This precarious pandemonium ? I'm stranded, all upon a foggy night Like a sweepstake ticket or a Broadway arcade Heads you win, tails I lose And rambling, gambling all upon a foggy night Foggy night, foggy night, foggy night Got the vice grips on my personality It's all upon a foggy night All upon a foggy night All upon a foggy night On a foggy night All upon a foggy, all upon a foggy night |
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| (Intro) (Tom Waits 1975) | |
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| I was always eh, kinda want to like consider myself kind of a pioneer of the palette, a restaurateur if you will. I've wined, dined, sipped and supped in some of the most demonstrably beamer epitomable bistros in the Los Angles metropolitan region. Yeah, I've had strange looking patty melts at Norms. I've had dangerous veal cutlets at the Copper Penny. Well what you get is a breaded salsbury steak in a shake-n-bake and topped with a provocative sauce of Velveeta and uh, half-n-half. Smothered with Campbell's tomato soup. See I have kinda of a uh...well I order my veal cutlet, Christ it left the plate and it walked down to the end of the counter. Waitress, ? she's wearing those rhinestone glasses with the little pearl thing clipped on the sweater. My veal cutlet come down, tried to beat the shit out of my cup of coffee. Coffee just wasn't strong enough to defend itself. | |
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| Eggs And Sausage(In A Cadillac With Susan Michelson) (Tom Waits 1975) | |
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Nighthawks at the diner Emma's forty-niner There's a rendezvous of strangers Around the coffee urn tonight All the gypsy hacks and the insomniacs Now the paper's been read Now the waitress said Eggs and sausage and a side of toast Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries What kind of pie? It's a graveyard charade it's a late shift masquerade And it's two for a quarter, dime for a dance Woolworth rhinestone diamond earrings and a sideway's glance Now the register rings Now the waitress sings Eggs and sausage and a side of toast Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries What kind of pie? The classified section offers no direction It's a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud Now the touch of your fingers Lingers burning in my memory I've been eighty-sixed from your scheme Now I'm in a melodramatic nocturnal scene Now I'm a refugee from a disconcerted affair Now the lead pipe morning fall Now the waitress call Eggs and sausage, now a side of toast Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries And now what kind of pie? À la mode if you will Just come in and join the crowd Have some time to kill See I just come in to join the crowd Have some time to kill Just come in to join the crowd Cause I have some time to kill |
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| (Intro) (Tom Waits 1975) | |
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For all the bachelors out there tonight, yeah for anybody who's never whistled this song. Maybe you whistled it but you lost the sheet music. Um...this is um...well actually I don't mind going to weddings or anything, as long as there not my own I show up. But I've always kinda been partial to calling myself up on the phone and asking myself out, you know? Oh yeah, you call yourself up too huh? Yeah, well one thing about it, your always around. Yeah I know, yeah you ask yourself out, you know, some class joint somewhere. The Buretto King or something, you know. Well I ain't cheap you know. Take yourself out for a couple of drinks maybe. Then there'd be some provocative conversation on the way home. Park in front of the house you know. Oh yeah, you smoothly put a little nice music on, maybe you put on like uh, you know, like shopping music, something thats not too interruptive you know and then uh slide over real nice and say 'Oh I think you have something in your eye'. Well maybe it's not that romantic with you but Christ I don't know, you know I get into it you know. Take myself up to the porch, take myself inside or maybe uh, or may get a little something, a brandy snifter or something. 'Would like you like to listen to some of my back records? I got something here' Uh Well usually about 2.30 in the morning you've ended up taking advantage of yourself. There ain't no way around that you know. Yeah, making a scene with a magazine, there ain't no way around. I'll confess you know, I'm no different you know. I'm not weird about it or anything, I don't tie myself up first. I just kinda spend a little time with myself So this is kind of a little anthem here. |
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| Better Off Without A Wife (Tom Waits 1975) | |
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All my friends are married Every Tom and Dick and Harry You must be strong if your to go it alone Here's to the bachelors and the Bowery bums Those who feel that they're the ones That are better off without a wife Cause I like to sleep until the crack of noon Midnight howling at the moon Going out when I want to and I'm coming home when I please Don't have to ask permission, wanna to go out fishing Never have to ask for the key Well I've never been no Valentino But I dad a girl who lived in Reno Left me for a trumpet player who didn't get me down He was wanted for assault Though he said it weren't his fault You know the coppers rode him right out of town I've been sleeping until the crack of noon Midnight howling at the moon And I've been Going out when I wanna coming home when I please Don't have to ask permission, wanna to go out fishing Never have to ask for the key Kinda selfish about my privacy Now as long as I can be with me We get along so well I can't believe I love to chew the fat with folks I've been listening to all your dirty jokes I'm so thankful for these friends I do receive I've been sleeping until the crack of noon Midnight howling at the moon And I've been Going out when I wanna coming home when I please Don't have to ask permission, I wanna to go out fishing Never have to ask for the keys, no Yeah, I've got this girl I know, man and I just...she's been married several times. I don't wanna end up like her, I mean she's been married so many times she's got rice marks all over her face. Yeah you know the kind. |
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| Nighthawk Postcards (From Easy Street) (Tom Waits 1975) | |
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Goodness gracious...my bass player should be chained up somewhere I wanna take you on a kind of inebriational travelogue here Well, ain't got no spare, you ain't got no jack, you don't give a shit you ain't never coming back Maybe your standing on the corner of 17th and Wazee Streets, yeah Out in front of the Terminal bar there's a Thunderbird moving in muscatel sky You've been drinking cleaning products all night Open for suggestions It's a kinda about eh...well it's kinda about going down to the corner and say 'Well I'm just going down to the corner to get a pack of cigarettes I'll be back in a minute' Yeah, check out the street and it looks likes kinda of a... kinda of a blur drizzle down the plateglass And there's a neon swizzle stick stirring up the sultry night air Looks like a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon Rollin' maverick across an obsidian sky As the busses go groanin' and wheezin', Down on the corner I'm freezing On a restless boulevard in a midnight road I'm across town from EASY STREET With the tight knots of moviegoers and out of towners on the stroll The buildings towering high above Lit like dominoes or black dice Used car salesmen dressed up in Purina Checkerboard slacks And Foster Grant wrap-around Pacing in front of rainbow EARL SCHLEIB $39.95 merchandise Like barkers at a shooting gallery They throw out kind of a Texas Guinan routine "Hello sucker, we like your money just as well as anybody else's here Come on over here now Let me put the cut back in your strut and the glid back in your slide Now climb aboard a custom Oldmobile and let me take you for a ride" Or they give you the P.T. Barnum bit "There's a sucker born every minute you just happened to be comin' along at the right time you know come over here" Well you know, all the harlequin sailors are on the stroll In a search of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT," And decent factory air and AM-FM dreams And all the piss yellow gypsy cabs That stack up in the taxi zones and the're waiting like pinball machines To be ticking off a joy ride to a magical place Like truckers welcome diners With dirt lots full of Peterbilts and Kenworths and Jimmy's and the like They're hiballin' with bankrupt brakes Man, the're over driven and the're under paid The're over fed and the're a day late and a dollar short Christ I got my lips around a bottle and I got my foot on the throttle And I'm standing on the corner Standing on the corner like a "just in town" jasper I'm on a street corner with a gasper Looking for some kind of Cheshire billboard grin Stroking a goateed chin, using parking meters as walking sticks On the inebriated stroll With my eyelids propped open at half mast But you know over at Chubb's Pool Hall and Snooker Well it was a nickle after two, yea it was a nickle after two And in the cobalt steel blue dream smoke Why it was the radio that groaned out the hit parade And the chalk squeaked and the floorboards creaked And an Olympia sign winked through a torn yellow shade Old Jack Chance himself leaning up against a Wurlitzer And he was eyeballing out a 5 ball combination shot Impossible you say? Hard to believe? Perhaps out of the realm of possibility? Nah Cause he'll be stretchin' out long tawny fingers Out across a cool green felt in a provocative golden gate He got a full table railshot that's no sweat And I leaned up against my bannister And wandered over to the Wurlitzer and I punched A-2 I was lookin' for maybe 'Wine, Wine, Wine' by the Night Caps Starring Chuck E. Weiss or maybe... Maybe a little something called 'High Blood Pressure' By George 'cryin' in the streets' Perkins, no dice "Cause that's life," that's what all the people say Your riding high in April, seriously shot down in May But I know I'm gonna change that tune When I'm standing underneath a buttery moon That's all melted off to one side It was just about that time that the sun came crawlin' yellow out of a manhole At the foot of 23rd Street and a dracula moon in a black disguise Was making its way back to its pre-paid room at the St. Moritz Hotel (scat) The El train tumbled across the trestles And it sounded like the ghost of Gene Krupa With an overhead cam and glasspacks And the whispering brushes of wet radials on wet pavement With a traffic jam session on Belmont tonight And the rhapsody of the pending evening I leaned up against my bannister And I've been looking for some kind of an emotional investment With romantic dividends, yeah kind of a physical negotiation is underway Well, as I attempt to consolidate all my missed weekly rendezvous Into one-low-monthly payment, through the nose, yeah With romantic residuals and legs akimbo But the chances are that more than likely Standing underneath a moon holding water I'll probably be held over for another smashed weekend |
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| (Intro) (Tom Waits 1975) | |
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| This is about a um...I'd kinda reached the end of an emotional cul-de-sac one particular evening um. It's a strange sort of evening, I ending up at a little fine old place called 'The Three little Pigs'. Well I was staring at the beer nuts and the swizzle sticks and the, the three little pigs and I was getting a lot of visual and verbal insubordination from a double knit character in the corner. | |
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| Warm Beer And Cold Women (Tom Waits 1975) | |
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One of those nights And it's warm beer and cold women, know I just don't fit in Cause every joint I stumbled into tonight That's just how it's been All these double knit strangers with gin and vermouth and recycled stories in the naugahyde booths With the platinum blondes and tobacco brunettes I'll be drinkin' to forget you I'll light another cigarette And the band's playing something by Tammy Wynette And the drinks are on me tonight All my conversations now I'll just be talkin' about you baby Boring some sailor as I try to get through I just want him to listen now I said that's all you have to do He said I'm better off without you till I showed him my tattoo And now the moon's rising, ain't got no time to lose Time to get down to drinking Tell the band to play the blues Now the drink's are on me, I'll buy a couple rounds At the last ditch attempt saloon Warm beer, cold women, No I just don't fit in Every joint I stumbled into tonight That's just how it's been All these double knit strangers with gin and vermouth Receding hairlines in the naugahyde booths And the platinum blonde, tobacco brunette I'll be drinking to forget you babe I'll light a menthal another cigarette And the band's playing something by Johnnie Barnett At the last ditch hotel saloon |
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| (Intro) (Tom Waits 1975) | |
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I wanna tell you a story here. It's about a place called Putnam county. How's the service here? It's alright? I mean I give you beer and everything, don't have to pay or nothing. Well they hit you up at the door on the way out. |
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| Putnam County (Tom Waits 1975) | |
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I guess things were always kinda quiet around Putnam County Kind of shy and sleepy as it clung to the skirts of the 2-lane That was stretched out just like an asphalt dance floor Where all the oldtimers would in bib jeans and store bought boots Were hunkering down in the dirt to lie about their lives And the places that they'd been And they'd Suck on Coca Colas and be spittin' Days Work they's be suckin' on Coca Colas, yeah and be spittin' Day's Work Until the moon was a stray dog on the ridge and... And the taverns would be swollen until the naked eye of 2am And the Stratocasters slung over the Burgermeister beer guts And the swizzle stick legs jacknifed over naugahyde stools, yeah And the witch hazel spread out over the linoleum floors Pedal pushers stretched out over midriff bulges And the coiffed brunette curls over Maybelline eyes Wearing Prince Machiavelli something (I don't know) Estee Lauder smells so sweet And I elbowed up at the counter with mixed feelings over mixed drinks As Bubba and the Roadmasters moaned in pool hall concentration And knit their brows to cover the entire Hank Williams Song Book Whether you like it or not And the old National register was...was singing to the tune of $57.57, yeah And then it's last call, one more game of 8 ball Berneice would be putting the chairs on the tables And someone come in say "Hey man, anyone got any Jumper Cables or...eh Is that a 6 or a 12 volt?", yeah And all the studs in town would toss 'em down And claim to fame as they stomped their feet Yeah, boasting about being able to get more ass than a toilet seat And the GMCs and the Straight 8 Fords were coughing and wheezing And they perculated as they tossed the gravel Underneath the fenders to weave home a wet slick anaconda of a two lane Tire irons and a crowbars a rattling With a tool box and a pony saddle you're grinding gears and your shifting into first Yeah and that goddam tranny's just getting worse, man With the melody of "see ya later's" And screwdrivers on carburettors Talking shop about money to loan And palominos and strawberry roans, yeah See ya tomorrow, hello to the Mrs With money to borrow and goodnight kisses As the radio spit out Charlie Rich, man And he sure can sing that sonofabitch And you weave home, yeah weaving home Leaving the little joint winking in the dark warm narcotic American night Beneath a pin cushion sky and it's home to toast and honey Gotta start up the Ford Yeah and your lunch money's right over there on the draining board And toilet's running, ah Christ, shake the handle And the telephone's ringing it's Mrs Randal And where the hell are my goddam sandals? What do you mean the dog chew up my left foot? With the porcelain poodles and the glass swans Staring down from the knick knack shelf, yeah And the parent permission slips for the kids' field trips Yeah and pair of Muckalucks scraping across the shag carpet, well And the impending squint of first light And it lurked behind a weeping marquee in downtown Putnam Yeah and it'd would be pulling up any minute now Just like a bastard amber Velveeta yellow cab on a rainy corner And be blowing its horn, in every window in town |
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| Spare Parts I (A Nocturnal Emission) (Tom Waits/Chuck E. Weiss 1975) | |
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Well the dawn cracked hard just like a bull whip Cause it wasn't takin' no lip from the night before And it shook out the street as the stew bums showed up Just like bounced checks, rubbin' their necks And the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol Yeah and the parking lots growled My old sports coat full of promissory notes And a receipt from a late night motel The hawk had his whole family out there in the wind And he got a message for you to beware Kicking your ass in, in a cold blooded fashion Dishing out more than a good man can bear And I got shoes untied, my shirt tail's out Ain't got a ghost of a chance with this old romance Just an apartment for rent down the block Ivar Theater with live burlesque Man, the manager's scowlin' with his feet on his desk Boom boom against the curtain, you're still hurtin' And then push came to shove and shove came to biff Girls like that just lay you out stiff Maybe I'll go to Cleveland or, you know, get me a tattoo or something My brother-in-law lives there And it's a skid mark tattoo on the asphalt blue Was that a Malibu? Yeah, Liz Taylor and Montgomery Clift coming on to the broads with the same ol' riff, yeah 'Hey baby, why don't you come up to my place We'll listen to some smooth music on the stereo' 'No thank you', she said 'Got any Stan Getz records?' 'No man, I got eh Smothers Brothers' So I combed back my Detroit, Jacked up my pegs I wiped my Stacy Adams and I jacknifed my legs Yeah I got designs on a moving violation Yeah baby, you put me on hold and I'm out in the wind And it's getting mighty cold It's colder than a gut shot bitch wolf dog With 9 sucking pups pulling a number 4 trap up a hill In the dead of winter in the middle of a snowstorm With a mouth full of porcupine quills (scat) Well I don't need you baby, you see it's a well known fact, you know I'm 4 sheets to the wind, I'm glad you're gone I'm glad you're gone cause I'm finally alone Glad you're gone, but I wish you'd come home, yeah And I struggled out of bed Cause the dawn was crackin' hard just like a bullwhip And it wasn't takin' no lip from the night before As it shook out the streets The stew bums showed up just like bounced checks Rubbin' their necks and the sky turned the color of Pepto-Bismol And my old sports coat full of promissory notes And the hawk had his whole family out there in the wind He got a message for you to beware Kickin' your ass in, in a cold blooded fashion He be dishing out more than a good man can bear Well let's take it to Bakersfield get a little apartment somewhere |
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| Nobody (Tom Waits 1975) | |
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Nobody, Nobody Will ever love you the way I could love you Cause nobody, nobody's is that strong Love's bitter sweet, life's treasures deep No one can keep a love that's gone wrong Nobody, Nobody Will love you the way that I could Cause nobody, body's that strong Cause nobody's that strong Nobody, Nobody Will ever love you the way I could love you Cause nobody, nobody's that strong You've had many lovers, you'll have many others But they'll only just break your poor heart in two Nobody, Nobody Will love you the way that I could Cause nobody's, body that strong Cause nobody is that strong |
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| (Intro) (Tom Waits 1975) | |
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| Well now, it's story time again. I'm gonna tell you a story about a truck driver. Story's written by a guy named Red Sovine, it's call 'The Ballad Of Big Joe And Phantom 309'. | |
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| Big Joe And Phantom 309 (Tommy Faile) | |
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I just happened to be back on the east coast a few years back I was trying to make me a buck like everybody else I was glad if times didn't get hard, Christ I got down on my luck And I got tired of just roamin' and bummin' around So I started thumbing my way back to my old hometown You know I made quite a few miles in the first couple of days You know I figured I'd be home in a week if my luck held out this way You know it was the third night I got stranded It was out at a cold lonely crossroads as the rain came pouring down Man I was a hungry, I was a hungry, tired,freezing, caught myself a chill It was just about that time... It was just about that time that the lights of an old semi topped the hill you should of seen me smile when I heard them air brakes come on yeah and I climbed up in that cab where I knew it'd be warm At the wheel, well at the wheel sat a big man I'd have to say he must of weighed 210 As he stuck out a big hand and he said with a grin "Big Joe's the name and this here rig's called Phantom 309" Well I asked him why he called his rig such a name But he just turned to me and said "Why son don't you know this here rig'll be puttin' 'em all to shame Why there ain't a driver, no there ain't a diver on this Or any other line for that matter that's seen nothing But the taillights of Big Joe and Phantom 309" So we rode and we talked the better part of the night And I told my stories and Joe told his And I smoked up all his Viceroys as we rolled along Pushed her ahead with 10 forward gears Man that dashboard was lit like the old Madam La Rue pinball A serious semi truck Until almost mysteriously Well it was the lights of a truck stop that rolled into sight Joe turned to me and said "I'm sorry son but I'm afraid this is just as far as you go You see, you see I kinda gotta be makin' a turn just up the road a piece" But I'll be damned if he didn't throw me a dime as he threw her in low And said "Go on in there son, and get yourself a hot cup of coffee on Big Joe" I mean to tell you man, when Joe and his rig pulled off into the night Man in nothing flat they was clean outa sight So I walked into the stop and ordered me up a cup of mud saying "Big Joe's settin' this dude up" but It got so deathly quiet in that place Yeah got so deathy quiet in that place you could of heard a pin drop And as the waiter's face turned kinda pale I said "What's the matter did I say somethin' wrong?" I kinda said with a half way grin He said "No son, you see It'll kinda happen every now and then Cause every driver in here knows Big Joe son But let me tell you what happened just ten years ago Yeah it was ten years ago out there at that cold lonely crossroads There was a whole bus load of kids and they were just comin' from school And they were right in the middle when Joe topped the hill And could have been slaughtered except Joe turned his wheels And he jacknifed, yeah, he jacknifed and he went into a skid You know folks around here, well say he gave his life to save that bunch of kids And out there at that cold lonely crossroads Well they say it was the end of the line for Big Joe and Phantom 309 But it's funny you know cause, cause every now and then Yeah every now and then, when the moon's holdin' water Well they say old Joe will stop and give you a ride It seems just like you, some hitchhiker will be coming by" "So here son," he said to me "You get yourself another cup of coffee, it's on the house I kinda want you to hang on to that dime Yeah I kinda want you hang on to that dime as a kind of souvenir I want you to keep that dime as a souvenir of Big Joe Of Big Joe and Phantom, Big Joe and Phantom 309" |
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| Spare Parts II And Closing (Tom Waits 1975) | |
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I'd like to thank you all very much for coming this evening. It's really made my night, it would have been real strange here if nobody would have showed up. I'd like to introduce my group this evening, and uh it's been a real preasure and a, a preasure and a plivilege to work with these gentlemen. I'd like to introduce, please give a warm round of applause for Micheal Melvoin on piano. On saxophone, Pete Christlieb. On bass, Jim Hughart. And on drums, Bill Goodwin. They all come from good families, over the years they just kinda individually developed some ways about them that just aren't right you know. I was real pleased. I noticed everybody coming in this evening, your all decked out in full regalia and everything and uh, appreciate getting dressed up for an affair such as this. You know it's always something I've tried to be concerned about as possible. And uh, somebody said to me one day, 'Christ Waits, you look so God damn raggerdy, why don't you get yourself something to wear? You know.' I said, 'Well, not a bad idea.' Maybe a serious seersucker Saturday evening cranberry accoutrement ensemble would be nice. So I went down to Zyder and Zyder, I said I want something to shock. I said, I'm in the kinda in the market in the neighbourhood of something like uh, maybe some green gabardines with ? breeches and a leviticously deteronomous sort of catastrophic lunch box stetson. You know, like some danger hi voltage slacks with a high top ? brush suede ? loafers so I can be passing out wolf tickets regardless of where I go. Walk into the twenty grand club and the Soul and Inspirations are playing, yeah and your cutting a rug and pulling on the coat and the band is kicking and doing something like a long version of 'Harlem Nocturne' or something. You get designs on a girl in the corner and you say, 'Say baby, you live around here?' Yeah I think I'm gonna plant you now and I'm gonna dig you later. Make like a bakery truck and haul buns. Make like a hockey player and get the puck outta here. I gotta go see a man about a dog. See you later. Thank you very much for coming this evening. |
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